Client #1: The old man

A light pierces the partial darkness as in the shadows you can see a man’s figure enter. He appears to be fat, balding, looking to be a human man in his early 60s. He approaches you as you still are unable to do anything.

“Fuck me they weren’t kidding.” He closes in and start feeling up your body, starting with your breasts. “A real dwarven whore at last. I can’t wait to see what you can do.” He starts licking you all over your chest. Due to your heightened sensitivity, you start breathing heavily as the sensation is a lot to process.

This disgustin’ old man won’t stop lickin’ me. I have to regain control over my body somehow!

You try and will your muscles to work but they fail you. His tongue moves from your chest down to one of your armpits. The feeling of a tongue lapping at your armpit is both disgusting and arousing. You can feel yourself sweating but he doesn’t seem to care. If anything, it encourages him to keep going.

That’s gross why is he lickin’ there? Is this his idea o’ foreplay?

The man continues to lick your shaved armpit clean before moving to the other one. Between licks you can hear him breathing heavily.

“Your taste is so sweet. I’m nearly finished up here.” True to his words, a few more licks and he seems satisfied with his work. He creeps down your body towards your feet that hang slightly off the bed. He kneels at the base of the bed and grabs one of your feet in his hands.

Ooh fuck he’s one of these guys.

You let out a sharp gasp as he takes your toes into his mouth. The feeling of this old man sucking on your toes is vile but it feels good. His tongue slithers between each of your toes and you can feel yourself grow extremely wet.

Ngh, why is this turnin’ me on? I don’t want this; I wish he’d just disappear.

He moves to your other foot repeating the same thing, carefully working each toe. He finishes his time with your feet by licking the bridge of each foot as he looks up at you. He pulls himself up placing his head between your legs. His hot breath excites your already moist pussy as his eyes lock with yours. He ignores your eager pussy as he begins to lick the pits of your legs, right beside your pussy. This unexpected twist drives you wild as the licking so close to your cunt still proves pleasurable. You begin to sweat more as you can feel an orgasm building from just his tongue.

“You’re getting this wet and I haven’t even the need to touch your cunt. You’re fucking sensitive huh?” he says looking up at you lustfully. He lowers his head once more, as he crosses over to your second thigh. He licks between your thigh and pelvis, tongue traveling up and down exploring the natural crevice. Your thoughts become more perverted as lust clouds your mind.

Please, I’m so close. Just stick something in me please.

As if reading your mind, he stops licking your thigh leaving you right on the edge. He raises himself in front of your clit as you feel him exhale sharply. This blast of hot air is enough to send you into an orgasm. You quiver unable to move but still experiencing the pleasure. Juices leak from your pussy as the man abruptly pulls out a vial and starts collecting it. The thought of what he might do with your collected juices fuel the remainder of your orgasm as you eventually calm down. He corks the vial before lifting it to his eye to inspect it.

“The real deal, this should satisfy the spell’s material condition no doubt.” You are left speechless figuratively and literally as he exits the room.

He was just using me for a spell ingredient? That ****... I doubt I could ever cum that much without it...

You shudder at the thought of what kind of spell your fluids might involve. You are distracted by a conversation outside between the old man, and what sounds like the elf who you spoke with earlier.